Everyday life of a working grannie and hubby(6 gorgeous grandchildren) and my 91 year old Mum,Joyce, living with us,we love our little home,our chickens and "George", Bob's cockatoo who goes to work with him each day.

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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Who's That Knocking at My Door?

I have often received an email about if Jesus came knocking at your door,would you be ready to receive him,would you ask Him in? would you think your home was too messy or any other excuse,would you suddlenly think of all the UNGODLY things you had recently done and be ashamed? I know I would be just drag him in and ask him so many questions,but first I would thank him for all the daily blessings he brings to us in our home and the protection he provides me as I travel daily, what would you do?
.We certainly keep our neighbours enthralled at times.Being very committed to our community and the needy we all all sorts on the doorstep.Not the needy themselves but those wonderful people in our little town that are aware of the needs of others.
We have packages left on our verandah from people who don't want to be thanked,last time is was a 2 seater lounge! we then take all these little things to our opshop which Bob and I run with the help of 13 wonderful volunteers we all have a roster system so the time asked to help is just a few hours a week some do more than others.
Yesterdays knock was the Police wagon!! "again"! I hear the neighbours say,"gee they seem so quiet" lol but really the new people in the street must be agog with curiosity,all the others in the street,well they are used to it and they know if there is someone in trouble I will be knocking for help.I work a lot with a local police lady she is just wonderful.This time she came for help for a single bed for a little 6 year old boy.He is a member of a family of 6 children, Mummy has taken off and left Dad with the 6 of them.The daddy is really struggling,in shock at his dilema and the little fellow sleeps with him,it has been so hot Dad has not been getting any sleep, is overwhelmed by the mess Mum left behind and just can't cope.So we have found a bed for the little man, they have no cupbaord for clothes so thats next to do today,the clothing is strewn all over the house, it has not been cleaned for a very long time.A group that Cheree (Police lady) has gotten together, that with Dads permission will go in and do a big cleanup and get him sorted,another is doing a budget for him as they have never worked out money,another will be offering help with childminding while Dad looks for work.I saw them all off to school yesterday morning,all with teir hair beutifully brushed, they were clean and laughing and 2 were holding Dads hands as they walked to school,looking like there was not a care in the world.
This is an Aboriginal family and their ways are a little different ,apparently they all sleep in the one room,I think that is lovely but now Dad may get some rest with the little fellow having his own matress(I bet he sneaks over to Dad when Dad gets to sleep lol).The Grocer has given him a package as has the Butcher so he is getting a kick start,he will have a struggle this man, he is a lovely looking young man he would be no older than about 28 what a trail for him not more than a kid himself.
Don't you just lay your heart out to God and be soooo thankful for all the blessings he has given you..I have never in all the ups and downs been anywhere near this postion and never will, we all have our own journey in life and as I get older I realise more and more that my belief has gotten me through so much.
My Heavenly Father is my "ROCK",he is the one I go to in good times and bad,friends say to me they do not believe in God and I do not preach at them but I have to tell you when things get tough they say"can you pray for me" it is an honour to do so but you know prayer is free, Faith, Hope and Love are free.I feel scared for those that do not have faith not because I think Christianity is the only way to go,I did not say Religion as that is a different thing..but I don't know what non believers do when things are really tough, I would love to know what thoughts are in the mind as my first ones are for God to help me and give me strengeth.I have never not been a believer even from a tiny child, I had to have belief as that is what got me through those frst horrifying 10 years.
I see us all looking the same on the outside,their lives seem to roll along with as many blessings as mine but they do not believe, so what is the difference between a beleiver and a non believer ?I think the difference must be the peace in my heart, the knowledge that I feel so loved and cherished by Jesus,a knowing that I am protected,that one day there will be more when my earthly life is over.
As you walk along the streets of your life today and you see people that look as if they have not a care in the world ,smile say a little prayer for them as the outside may be decieving,inside there may be a derperate soul,just as the little family I have told you of today,all of us need to shown kindness,the eyes say it all let your smile come from the ehart, it will show in your eyes and that person will know that someone really cared for them today.
This is probably a rambling messy blog ,but I just needed to ramble to myself mostly,and if Jesus came to my door today I would be like a 16 year old meeting a rock star, speechless for a moment,shaking but o'h so joyful and my one main questions would be"how can I be a better person and what can I do to make the world a better place".

3 comments:

Oh Carole, I pray that family will be back on their feet soon. I think I would faint if Jesus knocked at my door! I am thankful for his many blessings everyday and I feel the peace in my heart that he is ALWAYS there. He is truly wonderful and it is sad some people don't know his love and grace.May God bless you my dear friend.

Happy are those who delight in doing what He commands. Their children will be successful everywhere, an entire generation of godly people will be blessed. They themselves will be wealthy, and their good deeds will never be forgotten. Psalm 112:1-3